He will not walk with me again,Who gently held my handTo guide me when I was so smallI could not understandThe trials that, from day to day,Reset the paths I trod;He will not walk with me again,For now he walks with God.

He will not talk with me again,Who gently led my mindTo understand the myriad waysOf blundering mankind;Who gave me faith to guide my way--Divine as Moses’ rod--He will not talk with me again,For now he talks with God.

Yet as I contemplate the waysThat he has counseled meThe things I ought to do and sayAnd what I ought to beIf now the hand that guided meIs clay beneath the sod,He walks with me, and talks with me,Although he is with God